”Sir!” a young boy cried, stormed against him. ”Oh, have you brought us anything?” Blenkinsop looked up at Mrs. Maltravers who nodded. ”Indeed I have, it's in the hallway.” The oldest boy, named William smiled, he was just 6 years old, but could have pass as 7, at least that was what he told Blenkinsop. The little one, Charles, was just about to turn five, and he looked so much as the little Maltravers baby on a photo that Blenkinsop had laughed at all those years ago. A little less chubby and much calmer than his brother. ”Good day, colonel!” Mrs. Maltravers smiled, and Blenkinsop got up to kiss her cheek. ”How is Helen?” He sat down again. ”She was just fine this morning, but who knows?” It was meant to be a joke, but when he said it he sounded like he was talking about his slaves. ”Oh, where is my husband?” she said. ”The bedroom.” he said. She looked at him, and he reassured her, with just a look, that everything had been taken care of, so that she at least didn't have to add another thing to her long list, nor had she to be remembered about it. ”Oh yes... don't you just love that dress!?” Elizabeth said. ”It's lovely... flowers and... blue and...” ”It's green.” ”Ah.” he said, leaned backwards and bite his lip. William rushed back into the room, clung himself to Blenkinsop's waist. ”Thank you Sir! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” he said, and looked so happy, his clear blue eyes sparkling, just like his father did when he heard a song he really liked. ”What did you get, Charles?” ”Nothing much.” Blenkinsop answered for the child who looked like it was christmas. ”Just a steam engine, it looked like so much fun.” ”Mr. Blenkinsop, we can not accept that, it's to expensive...” Blenkinsop shook his head, just about to say something when Maltravers came through the door, smiled to his wife, who didn't look at him, just wiped Charles nose. So he ruffled his oldest sons hair. ”What's happened here?” ”I got a steam engine, dad!” ”You and Charles got a steam engine.” Blenkinsop reminded the child who nodded. ”Well I should get going.” he said. ”Do you want another cup of tea?” Mrs. Maltravers asked him. ”No, but thank you, better get home to the mrs to make sure everything is in order!” he smiled. ”Bye lads, God save the King!” He saluted them and smiled when the mimicked him. ”Good bye Mrs. Maltravers.” He turned to Maltravers, swallowed, looked into his blue eyes, nodded and finally took courage.”Bye old bean!” he said with a handshake and left, easy and swiftly. It was better this way, much better without having to twist himself out of Maltravers arms. Having to slowly be thrown back to reality with a last kiss. This was better, much better. He looked back to the little house, in the outskirts of London, bit his lip. This was how it was going to be until they died. Hopefully.
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Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 11c/20
Date: 2011-11-21 06:05 pm (UTC)”Good day, colonel!” Mrs. Maltravers smiled, and Blenkinsop got up to kiss her cheek. ”How is Helen?”
He sat down again. ”She was just fine this morning, but who knows?” It was meant to be a joke, but when he said it he sounded like he was talking about his slaves.
”Oh, where is my husband?” she said.
”The bedroom.” he said. She looked at him, and he reassured her, with just a look, that everything had been taken care of, so that she at least didn't have to add another thing to her long list, nor had she to be remembered about it.
”Oh yes... don't you just love that dress!?” Elizabeth said.
”It's lovely... flowers and... blue and...”
”It's green.”
”Ah.” he said, leaned backwards and bite his lip. William rushed back into the room, clung himself to Blenkinsop's waist.
”Thank you Sir! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” he said, and looked so happy, his clear blue eyes sparkling, just like his father did when he heard a song he really liked.
”What did you get, Charles?”
”Nothing much.” Blenkinsop answered for the child who looked like it was christmas. ”Just a steam engine, it looked like so much fun.”
”Mr. Blenkinsop, we can not accept that, it's to expensive...”
Blenkinsop shook his head, just about to say something when Maltravers came through the door, smiled to his wife, who didn't look at him, just wiped Charles nose. So he ruffled his oldest sons hair. ”What's happened here?”
”I got a steam engine, dad!”
”You and Charles got a steam engine.” Blenkinsop reminded the child who nodded. ”Well I should get going.” he said.
”Do you want another cup of tea?” Mrs. Maltravers asked him.
”No, but thank you, better get home to the mrs to make sure everything is in order!” he smiled. ”Bye lads, God save the King!” He saluted them and smiled when the mimicked him. ”Good bye Mrs. Maltravers.” He turned to Maltravers, swallowed, looked into his blue eyes, nodded and finally took courage.”Bye old bean!” he said with a handshake and left, easy and swiftly. It was better this way, much better without having to twist himself out of Maltravers arms. Having to slowly be thrown back to reality with a last kiss. This was better, much better.
He looked back to the little house, in the outskirts of London, bit his lip. This was how it was going to be until they died. Hopefully.